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He draws the sword fast, and researches the medicine even faster. The full-level polarized short knife uses the scabbard to support the handle of his knife: "Master Baishi! Please be calm and don't be impatient."

Bai Shi was stunned for a moment, and looked at Yao Yan with a half smile but not a smile: "Be safe and don't be impatient?"

He let out a sneer, and nodded with his chin Yaoyao who was still fighting with Sanriyue and didn't notice the situation: "He doesn't seem to have such thoughts."

Yaken pursed his lips tightly, and the dagger who was always calm and rational also had a headache in this situation. He didn't know what happened to Higakiri, so that he fell to the point of dark... What's more, he was with The generals are together, what happened to them?How is the general?

It's just that no matter how you say it, Shiraishi can't make a move on Mustache.

Yao Yan felt a little regretful and rushed to find him.

"At least let us know what happened, so that Huqiedian will become like this..." Yao Yan held Baishi's knife without moving, and his amethyst-like eyes were full of determination.

Baishi looked at him: "You don't need to know. Fu Sangshen's dark fall is irreversible, the longer it is delayed, the more serious the consequences will be, and it may even affect other Fusangshen—get out of the way!"

His final voice was almost stern.

The thin short knife stood still and stood in front of him firmly: "Master Baishi! As a general's sword, even if you want to break it, you should have the general's permission. Your behavior is too arbitrary, I can't understand it!"

Shiraishi seemed to be seeing Yaken Toshirō swinging his sword for the first time. After looking at him for a while, he suddenly laughed: "Fu Sangshen is amazing...I have performed missions in many Honmaru, and Yaken Fujiro of every Honmaru Shiro will stop in front of me and say something similar to what you said..."

His face turned cold: "But none of them succeeded."

"The emergency response team does not need the permission of the owner of the hommaru to perform tasks." He looked at Higakiri, who was still at ease in the hands of several fusangshen, from a distance, "Each homimara is connected to the current affairs detector. When a dark fall occurs, it will be automatically notified to the emergency response team, it is useless to conceal it, and it is useless to cover it up."

Baishi's expression softened a bit: "Do you think I'm unreasonable? If I'm on a mission, any existence that blocks me, the time and space management law allows me to execute them on the charge of cooperating in cover-up."

Yaoken bit his lips tightly: "But the general will never allow it..."

The short knife's thumb pressed against the knife, and the fingertips turned blue and white.

Shiraishi frowned: "It's for his own good, so we have to deal with it before he knows it. Otherwise, do you know how serious the consequences will be if a dark fallen Fusangshen exists in this pill? When the initial supervision system was not perfect, There was once a Honmaru where a Honkai Fusangshin was housed, which caused the entire Honmaru to be passively Akatsuki. In order to prevent the situation from expanding, that Honmaru had to be completely destroyed..."

Baishi pulled out the saber slowly but firmly, and looked ahead: "Go and take care of Quan, I'll come over after I finish dealing with the saber."

His tone was calm and cold, obviously he would never be moved by Yaoyan's words, Yaoyan stayed in place for a while, and when he heard Baishi's footsteps walking away, he suddenly changed his expression: "Stop him!"

The short knives of the Awataguchi family leaped down from everywhere lightly, blocking Shiraishi.

The stopped man narrowed his eyes and glanced at them: "What do you mean?"

Yao Yan walked up, with an almost rigid expression on his face: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Baishi, your words are very reasonable, but we can't follow suit."

Baishi frowned: "Where did I not make it clear? It's not that I asked you to do this, but that you must and can only do it! And I didn't ask you to do it, as long as you don't interfere..."

Yaoken shook his head, his expression relaxed after making this decision, showing the lightness of a boy again: "But we are the general's sword."

Sankaiyue took advantage of Yiqi Yizhen and Yingmaru to force Higakiri back again and again, and then rushed forward and pressed him firmly to the ground.

That snow-white long hair was scattered on the ground, covered with dust, and the beautiful halo that reflected the sun shone at the ends.

Yaken glanced at the movement over there, and his attitude became more determined: "It is absolutely impossible for the general to accept such a thing as the sword being broken without his knowledge. .Master Baishi, thank you for taking care of the general, but I think this is not what the general is happy to get."

Baishi smiled wryly: "You just want to say that I meddle in other people's affairs and do it for you?"

Yaoken remained silent politely.

Shiraishi looked up at the subdued Hikakiri, and heaved a long sigh: "Okay, you've already said that, if I do it again, I will be hated by Izumi, right?"

Yao Yan frowned, and wanted to say something, but Sanriyue's smiling voice came from behind him: "My lord is not such a person who doesn't know what to do, Master Baishi is overthinking."

After some fighting, Sanriyue's clothes were torn in several places, a large piece of his sleeve was cut off, and the wound on his waist and abdomen was still oozing blood, but his smile was firmly fixed on his face: "Thank you for your understanding, This kind of situation in the mustache palace is indeed unavoidable. After the lord wakes up..."

Before his words fell to the ground, the light footsteps unique to short knives rushed over.

Holding a small tiger in his arms, the white-haired dagger suddenly saw so many people, and subconsciously took a few steps back, remembering what he was here for, and then opened his mouth timidly: "My lord... my lord My lord... woke up..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, but fortunately the Fusangshens had good ears, so they got a general idea, and immediately several Fusangshens followed the five tigers and ran towards the Tianshou Pavilion.

Yiqi Yizhen held the body sword of Higakiri, and Umaru pressed Hikakiri and looked at him face to face for almost 5 minutes, and the blood that surged in those amber eyes slowly calmed down.

"... Oh, I'm... back?"

The sweet and soft voice was smiling as usual, as if he wasn't the one who hurt people just now.

"Anijia!" Knee Wan, who was slashed by his brother before he could dodge, covered the wound on his arm, and quickly moved in front of him, "Brother! Do you remember me?!"

Mustache didn't react at all to the situation where he was pinned to the ground by his colleagues. Seeing his brother's big face approaching in front of his eyes, he tilted his head cooperatively: "Well... is it my brother? What's his name... …Ah, I remember it's not important."

Tears welled up in Xiwan's eyes immediately: "Brother?!"

Hidekiri rested his head on the ground lazily: "Hmm...so it feels like falling into darkness...like being controlled by an evil spirit."

Giving such an evaluation lightly, Higakiri saw Shiraishi standing not far away through the concerned faces of his colleagues, and the expression on his face was very strange. Fallen regret and sympathy, but more like thinking about something.

Hidekiri blinked his eyes, and found that expression was like his own illusion, and when he looked at it again, it had disappeared.

A cold hand gently brushed his cheek.

Looking at it from the angle of Hikakiri, the shadow on his face was light and thin. Jinguji Izumi, who was wearing white pajamas, was supported by Yamato Morita and California Kiyomitsu, with only a haori draped over his shoulders.It could be seen that he was walking very hard, his breathing was disordered and short of breath, his face was pale and emaciated, and even his lips were slightly bruised.

This hand touched Hikakiri's face instantly, rubbing off the ashes on that face with his fingers, Jingu Jiquan straightened up with difficulty and looked at Shiraishi.

Unlike the previous few times when he came back, he woke up this time as if he had struggled out of endless nightmares. Not only did he not have the feeling of being recovering, but his whole body was exhausted, and he was so tired and painful that he seemed to have a back pain. a mountain.

Compared with the previous few times when he was able to walk by himself, this time he even needed Qingguang's support to stand up.

Is it because of another real death?But it was not like that when he died for Shishu.

Jingu Jiquan stood firm, and instead of looking at the embarrassed Higakiri, he fixedly looked at Shiraishi.

Shiraishi and him looked at each other for a while, understood the meaning in his eyes, and immediately shook his head: "Impossible, every Honmaru has a monitoring device, and it will report to the current affairs when there is a dark aura..."

As he was speaking, the communicator at his waist made a crisp sound, Shiraishi clicked on the communicator and took a look, then turned his gaze to Jingujiquan.

The short silence already explained a lot of problems, Jingu Jiquan squeezed Kiyomitsu's hand tightly, saying that he was hard, but in fact his strength was not even enough for him to make the "clench" movement.

"Yakuken," Jingujiquan paused, and drew the black-haired dagger over, "Clean up the tea room. I'll treat Master Shiraishi to a cup of tea."

His tone was very quiet, and he used the word "please", but the semantics were so domineering that there was no room for Baishi to object.

The tea room is separated from the dormitory and built on the edge of the field. The thatched cottage more than one meter above the ground is quite natural and wild. A large bamboo forest is planted at the door of the tea room. The former owner of Honmaru didn’t like drinking tea. Since the tea room was built I haven't sorted it out, although Sankaiyue and Yingwan like to drink tea, they rarely come here specially.

Wearing socks, Shiraishi stepped on the rough straw mat and put the knife aside. There were only the two of them in the tea room. Through the open curtain door, one could see the green bamboo forest on one side and the clear sky on the other.

"I never imagined that there would be a day when I could sit and drink tea with someone after my predecessor passed away."

It was Shiraishi who spoke first. He stared at the steaming tea in the cup, and casually changed the topic to an irrelevant place.

"...Really." Jingujiquan warmed his hands with a teacup, "Then your life is really lacking."

What he said was very blunt, which made Baishi raise his eyebrows in surprise: "I thought you came to beg me? Shouldn't you say something nice to ask someone else to do something?"

Jingongjiquan seemed to be smiling, but he didn't laugh till the end, the corner of his mouth fell quickly: "Please?"

He pondered for a while, and there was a sharp indifference in his eyes: "Yes, I should ask you. I beg you to find a way to help me hide the fact that my mustache is dark, and then find a way to prevent him In the fate of being broken..."

Shiraishi then said skillfully: "This is impossible, there are detectors in this pill, and the task notification has been sent to me just now..."

He answered quickly, and after a long list of words, he realized that the person on the other side didn't seem to listen at all.

Facing the only son of the senior, Baishi could only repeat in a good voice: "The mission issued cannot be undone, so it is impossible to protect the dark fallen Fusangshen. Instead of trying your best to protect him, why don't you protect him?" It would be easier to forge a mustache earlier, and they're all the same—”

"It's different," Jingujiquan moved his mouth, and retorted calmly, staring at Shiraishi with dark eyes, as if he had no emotion at all.

Suddenly, Baishi's back was covered in cold sweat, his eyes were empty and devoid of anything, like an inorganic machine looking at him.

"Hmm... seems to be a little... aftereffect." Jingu Jiquan saw the unconscious fear in Shiraishi's eyes, and slowly lowered his eyes to avoid meeting his gaze.

He was recovering emotionally, but slowly, but luckily that didn't prevent him from knowing what he was going to do now.

"Is it really impossible?" Jingongjiquan brought the topic back, his voice was very soft, but it was like throwing a thunder in Baishi's ear, "But you, you have been waiting for me to bring it up, right?"